Whenever programs are cultural,
Zatu's thin voice richly cultural,
All his speech pauses the junctural:
Not what hearers might term The Natural...
But should it not be unnatural:
Sessions with The Supernatural?
Zatu's clear words soon esoteric,
Strange attacks by The Enteric
Bla - Bla - Bla: a final Uric
Prayer for oil-wells with derrick...
After culture Thin Voice is back:
The Guttural he starts to lack!
*Image of Fashions by EL.
Unique
I heard, exaggerations, so to speak,
Of where in the world their clothes ware is chic,
In India it's awesome said a Sikh,
Free-flowing sari so graceful and meek,
On Java, fabric prints known as batik,
Smooth Indonesians make profits they eke,
When in Afghanistan argued Derrick,
They wear burqas, fear not being *fasiq,
Changed from animal-skin times, that's unique.
2022 November 02
*1st Place*
Writing Challenge - Unburden a ''U'' Word
~~Constance La France: Judged 2022 November 12
*fasiq; an Islamic lawbreaker, a sinner.
Derrick Greaves once visited Tel Aviv
in the desert found a vivid motif
Creating inspiration so fine
into unique silhouette,colour & line
ACHANDA
Achanda was a no-nonsense lass
Nurtured from a well meaning home
Went to a well established school
Harvested the good grades
And went for further education
And finally passed all the examinations
Achanda was a no-nonsense lass
She grew up
Became a lady
She looked pretty
Kept her dignity
Got a fine body
And looked tidy
Achanda was a no-nonsense lass
She was poised and calm
But a no-nonsense lass
Men ran after her
But she minded her own businesses
The seduced her
But she subdued them
They praised her
But ignored it all
Achanda was a no-nonsense lass
She finished college
And went abroad
She met Derrick
A well meaning Irish lad
Derrick swept her off her feet
They danced in the maddening crowd
And brought life into the world
Achanda was a no-nonsense lass
But the glimmers disappeared with dusk
When Derrick turned into a meaningless lad
He danced with all women in the mass
Mistreated Achanda
A no-nonsense lass
And alas, Achanda took her own life
Achanda gone to dust
Achanda was a no-nonsense lass
Mbabazi Stellah
Sister Bree got engaged on the balcony that day.
Bright was shocked, for he was the one who “got away”.
She thought he would come to his senses finally.
In her heart, Derrick B. Works suited her to a T.
Sister Bree was shocked, she barely knew this guy.
But she liked engagements; we did not wonder why.
She loved gifts, and collected them, with an affected sigh.
Milking all she could out of each and every smitten guy.
Bright’s tears were flowing, she could not abide the sight.
So she leapt off the balcony in October, on that very night.
Not ever knowing Derrick and Bree were practicing for her.
But now she’s an angel, guiding them both, all-knowing and pure.
The sale of toilet paper during the pandemic
In the billions, we panicked and became schizophrenic
Could read the evening news
Articles could make us go pew
Needed to be removed from the store with a derrick
For Bryan, Chelbe, & Derrick
Heart of my heart
Skin of my skin
Blood of my blood
I Choose You.
Without Excuses
I Choose You.
Within, Without,
and With no need for Reason.
I Choose You.
Because...
I asked GOD for You.
I dreamed of You.
HE delivered and I delivered.
And, I Choose You.
My Choice.
My Best... Choice... Ever!
And, again and again...
I will Choose you....
Over him
Over her
Over them
I will Choose you...
Even over me.
My Choice.
My Voice.
Good morning, Sweetie.
I'm here, to Choose you.
He wandered into the kitchen in a grumpy mood, so blue
Which lasted two seconds when he saw the friendly hue
Of twenty-one month old Derrick and grinning doggie too
No one could stay grouchy looking at smiles of these two
Their natural smiles lit up the kitchen in every direction.
Grandpa felt loved, and cherished, they exuded perfection.
He put Derrick on his lap for a second, but then had a recollection
At this age, he would rather maneuver, and eat some confection.
So he gave the child a sucker, and watched him and the dog play.
It turned into the most delightful ever Happy New Year’s Eve Day.
He remembered having these kinds of smiles, as he heard the boy say
Gammpa which truly and utterly made his grouchy day go away!
Another sleepless night
spent avoiding
the subject.
In a tantric state
our oceans are diesel,
are always burning
under bursting skylines
scraping the gills of a bloated fish,
from out of which
a silky soot always spills.
Blame the hook or blame the derrick –
soulmates rigged the match.
7/11/2019
A poem about the germination of cultural phenomena like "rape culture".
The earth has been drowned by the fiend
Deprived from its undergrowth
Stripped from the edible seed
Killed to the last in loath
By the toll of the sully
Millions have tasted the loganberry
But neither can you nor I
Neither go around the mulberry
Nor savoured what it bore
By the toll of the sully
The derrick has ruined us all
And the motors breathed venomous gas
The colour of life drained out of sight
The tone of silence now perished for the mortal
By the toll of the sully
The languish fossil, now a bailiff
The wrapper now an agitate
The weaklings now warlords
Littering around bunkum bombs
By the toll of the sully
The beings to consult for this
Our chart of lineage
Who sprawled obsessed with greed
Keeping the globe busy at risk
By the toll of the sully
On the plains in the Texas panhandle
The fight for survival is real
As I watched from the derrick
On a short smoke break
A scene rather harsh and surreal
A cottontail bunny was having his way
In a pasture of gold knee high grass
When a hungry coyote, prowling late in the day
Caught his scent on the breeze as it passed
The bunny must have sensed, the coyote was near
He ran circles and made figure 8 bows
Confusing the canine, wound up chasing his tail
While the bunny escaped down the road
But nature has a way of being quite cruel
As a hawk observed from above
As he swooped down, the poor bunny froze
In a scene void of malice and love
With the rabbit in tow, still kicking and screaming
The hawk not making a sound
Somehow lost his grip, dropping his prey
Who died instantly hitting the ground
In all the commotion, the old coyote
Had watched and raced to the kill
Snatching him up and never looking back
Running swiftly over a hill
I stood there amazed, as the scene played out
This microcosm of struggles and strife
Then thought about destiny, no matter how hard you fight
The unfairness and the fragility of life
by Daniel Turner
When I think of your name
I think how delightful it was to have known you
You are extraordinary
You are the reason why everything around me
Looks beautiful and bright
When I dream of you
I hold you dear to my heart
You my love are the reason
Why everything in my life looks radiant and light
You are the one that has inspired my soul
You are the person that stole my heart
You are charming
Kissable.
Cute,
Lovable
Adorable
Unforgettable
Dazzling
Exceptional
There is no other name
That I hold so close to my heart
You my love are everything
You are fabulous
One of a kind
Remarkable
Breath-taking
Elegant
Seductive
Derrick Claude Forbes
You are the one that is the love of my life.
NEVER ALONE
By Derrick Smith
Do not shed your tears for me
Because God has called me home
But keep in mind the memories
And the fact you’re not alone
Keep your tears for joyful things
The thought of all that we have done
And know that I no longer suffer
That I am with the one
The one who keeps you thru the day
And watches over you thru the night
The one who helped me make it through
And fought my biggest fight
My spirit lives within all of you
That God saw fit to call me home
I’ve done all that I could do
Know that although I am gone
But do not shed your tears for me
Because with God I am now home
But keep in mind all the memories
And you will never be alone.
I Am With God Now.
She's been gazing, staring, all the night long
I've been scared, sheepish, stupid, and sad
I'm kissing her after the next love song
If my insecurities aren't that bad.
She's so effervescent, she doesn't know
It's not even about the looks, it's deep.
I swear I'm looking into her soul, woah!
Into this mystery I'll glide, don't weep.
Come on Derrick, it's time to rise and shine
Be the man, be the love, be the best, try.
She deserves it, make her smile just divine
Look at the mistletoe, over her, high.
Here I go, no longer holding this back
"Hello, you are beautiful, and you glow.
I know how I sound, I sound like a quack.
But please, one kiss, under the mistletoe."
What do you think?
Am I mentally ill, or am I just in love?
Am I right handed or ambidextrous because I can not be left handed.
If the sun was neither, then it would’ve dropped a long time ago- killing not just us but the universe.
Am I growing insane or is the pressure getting to me?
Do I have 2 egos that both love to use the middle finger?
Is the third excluded because he’s the fraud?
Was the birth of that billionth person a waste?
You shake your head, I shake mine, but the cold water just crashes down from beneath the ground and you ask… is that possible.
Why not?
My “Mother” can do anything she wants!
Kill, conceive, birth, breathe fire, conjure up ferocious winds, split the earth in half, submerge an entire planet.
Derrick Brown once said” You’ll find me up there”
But my brain is full of such memories- that I just sink like a cinder block.
The witches and snitches all look the same, but “Mother” comforts me like the sweet scent of vanilla on my favorite blanket.
She, like humans, obliterates everything little thing in her path, but keeps the wonderful meals warm- like fresh soggy bread.
Am I insane?
No- just emotional.
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